Monthly Archives: August 2011

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Hurricane Trivia

Hurricane Approaching

Bonus Hurricane Trivia Question:  What does a polyorchid man have at least 3 of?  (At least 3?  As in he could have more?  Yikes!)

About a 1/2 hour ago, while vacuuming, the power went out.  Already?

Oh Noze!

We panicked briefly, then we realized that we had so much plugged into that part of the house the breaker tripped.  Phew.

The spawn and his friend quickly decided to choose some board games for when the power actually does go out.  Would it be wrong to teach them  how to play quarters?

Meanwhile, they continue to kill Zombies while Irene is closing in.  At least they are keeping us safe from the brain suckers.

Holy Crap this storm is ginormous.

 We had our first casualty in Command Central.  Ted dropped a mirrored coaster.

Man down.

Let’s hope it doesn’t flood…

Facebook.  The reliable source for all storm related news.

The bog garden is safe.

Looters beware…

We have a mini-bat and an axe handle.

And a Dragon with glowing eyes.

This mustard is indeed Hot…

…on the Kitchen counter no less.

I’m just kidding, it’s not really a heart in a jar.  The first time I saw it out of the corner of my eye that’s what I thought it was.  I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that Ted actually having a heart in a jar of formaldehyde wouldn’t surprise me at all.  I would appreciate if he kept something like that in the Lair instead of my Kitchen though.

Next…Hurricane Irene

I hope that you didn’t resign over my last Facebook rant about every Apple product I buy being a piece of shit.  Yes, I was pissed because my 3G phone never did work properly.  I’m getting over the fact that the 3GS, while not the “best thing that’s ever happened to me” like the Salesman promised, does get better cell phone coverage.  I am disgruntled that I had to downgrade in memory to not pay an arm and a leg.  The Macbook issues are more than likely not your fault.  I’ll admit that I haven’t really taken the time to learn how to work the damn thing.  I still don’t find it very user friendly, but maybe in time that will change.  Quitting over all of this is a bit rash don’t you think?

Sheepish Regards,
a Wannabe Farmer

I just realized we (I) drank the last bottle of Spicy Blenheim’s Ginger Ale from the case we brought home with us from Charleston.

This is all that is left.

At least we won’t be running out of Duke’s…

We originally questioned our decision to bring home an entire gallon.

Oh, and for all of our blog followers around the globe…the East Coast of the United States had an earthquake today.  This is a novelty for us.  Those West Coast sinners usually are the people who are warned to walk the straight and narrow by the powers that be.  They actually scoffed at our pitiful 5.9 magnitude.

Whatever.  It’s pretty freaky for those of us who have never experienced tectonic plate movement.  I was sitting at work doing some research, and it was right after lunch so I had something of a food coma going on.  My eyes were heavy.  All of the sudden the screen started to move.  My first thought (since I’ve never actually fainted) was, “Is this what it’s like to black out?”  And then I looked up, and realized the building was moving.  I jumped out of my chair and yelled, “Holy Shit are we having an earthquake?”  My boss yelled back, “Thank God.  I was waiting for you to react before I convinced myself I wasn’t hallucinating.”

It was CRAZY.  I don’t know how you West Coast people deal with the wrath of God so often.  Freaky.  Now to add insult to injury, Hurricane Irene is bearing down on the Eastern Seaboard.  Let’s hope that isn’t a clusterfuck.  I hope the Holy City went to church last Sunday, as this one is headed right for Chucktown.

No worries here…the GrowDammit garden is okay.  The Jag however is not.  Go figure, the Day I turn in my leased car…the car I planned on driving crapped out.

Farmer Ted has his mechanic hat on.  If he can’t fix it by tomorrow, then the Wannabe’s wish for a used pickup truck may be granted sooner than later.

Next…I’m hesitant to want for more excitement.

For being sculpture in an NYC kid’s playground, these llamas sure look pissed…

Little does the youngest spawn know, the concrete variety don’t like it when you perch on one of their own.

Did he make it out alive?  Or do I have one less mouth to feed?

On the bright side, this begs for a whole knew comedic genre of Yo Llama jokes.  Give us your best blog followers.

Next…New poll coming.  Murphy’s Law put a huge dent in our plans today.